Sons and mothers... a very special relationship, a very unique bond. Different from the relationship sons have with their father or daughters have with their mom. There's a sense of closeness and caring that doesn't change over the years, if anything it grows deeper. Eventually roles reverse and the son finds himself in the role of being caretaker for the mother who once took care of him. It is rare to find a grown man who feels ill will toward his mother, unless he grew up in an abusive or neglectful situation that overshadowed love.
My husband towered over his tiny mother. He became her protector at a very young age. He saved her life on more than one occasion, and together they made it thru the worst times of life. Materially, they had nothing, but when it came to love, there was no doubt. He will tell you that the saddest day of his life was the day she died.
I asked him one day when he was sick why it is that men seem to handle sickness and pain less well than women, wanting and needing extra comfort and attention. He thought about it a few minutes and then replied that it goes back to their memories as a child, of the comfort mom provided whenever they got sick or hurt or something bad happened. Even as grown men, they cherish those memories, and those tapes replay in times of discomfort. Mom will always hold a very special place in their heart.
My son was affectionate when he was small, and has remained caring in every way as he's grown up. He never fails to say kind, loving things, and to thank me for being his mom. There is nothing he wouldn't do for me, and I know I can count on him to be there if I need him. One of my treasured memories when he was small was of him often laying on the sofa with his head resting on my lap. It wasn't very many years ago that he was home visiting and watching tv, lounging on the sofa beside me, and before long his head was resting once again in my lap. It was so sweet I almost cried.
My daughter and I share a wonderfully close relationship, cherished even more because of the teen and early adult years when we struggled to find common ground. My son and I never had to go thru that identity struggle, the bond between us has always been forged in steel and encased in love. Even when he lived with his father, the caring between us never diminished. Having him distant was hell for me, and I know it was hard on him too. But love survived it, love conquers all.
If you are a mother with a son, you are blessed indeed, and if you are a son... remember to let your mom know how much she means to you. Those words are precious to her heart!